174s] To Horace Mann 363 Stop, stop! brave Prince, allay that generous flame; Enough is given to England and to Fame. Remember, Sir, you in the centre stand; Europe's divided interests you command, All their designs uniting in your hand. Down from your throne descends the golden chain Which does the fabric of our world sustain, That once dissolv'd by any fatal stroke, The scheme of all our happiness is broke. Adieu! my dear Sir: pray for peace! 124. To HORACE MANN. Houghton, July 11,1743. THE Pembroke is arrived! Your brother slipped a slice of paper into a letter which he sent me from you the other day, with those pleasant words, ' The Pembroke is arrived.' I am going to receive it. I shall be in town the end of this week, only stay there about ten days, and wait on the Dominichin hither. Now I tremble! If it should not stand the trial among the number of capital pictures here! But it must: it will. 0, sweet lady11 What shall I do about her letter ? I must answer it—and where to find a penful of Italian in the world, I know not. Well, she must take what she can get: gold and silver I have not, but what I have I give unto her. Do you say a vast deal of my concern for her illness, and that I could not find decompounds and superlatives enough to express myself. You never tell me a syllable from my sovereign lady the Princess: has she forgot me ? What is become of Prince Beauvau2? is he warring against us? Shall I write to Mr. Oonway to be very civil to him for my sake, if he is taken prisoner ? We expect another LETTER 124.—* Madame G-rifoni. Walpole. 2 Son of Prince Craon. Walpole.